The Abyssal Saint Lord closed the distance to Di Tian's clone at a speed beyond comprehension, sweeping his Heavenly Sacred Rift Abyss Halberd in a horizontal arc.
Blue-violet light shimmered as the halberd's blade edge traced a sweeping curve—appearing soft, but in truth, nothing could resist its edge; nothing could go uncut.
And yet, Di Tian's clone still maintained that baffling posture.
Hands clasped together in a seal, not summoning any force of universal order.
His lips simply moved in silent incantation:
"Silver Dragon Summon."
Before the silver dragon could even appear, the unstoppable divine weapon—the Heavenly Sacred Rift Abyss Halberd—was already upon him. The arc of blue-violet light swept across—
Clang!
A ringing clash resounded as the Sea God Trident was directly struck aside by the halberd and flung into the dark void of the universe.
Yet contrary to the Abyssal Saint Lord's expectations, his halberd did not decapitate Di Tian's clone.
Instead, as it passed through the clone, it was like cutting through a dense cluster of bubbles.
There was no resistance, and no damage inflicted.
What unsettled the Abyssal Saint Lord even more was that although he hadn't harmed his enemy, the clone really did vanish like a bubble—no trace left behind, like a dream fading away.
"Hss—"
At that moment, a rift split open behind the Abyssal Saint Lord.
It was a space crack, torn open by a beam of white spear light, accompanied by an explosive surge of power that forced the rift into a full portal.
From within, a silver dragon emerged, carrying Di Tian's true body.
"ROAR—!"
Di Tian roared, spear in hand, charging forward atop the dragon, and drove his lance straight into the Saint Lord's back.
The divine glow of the Silver Dragon Spear rampaged within the Saint Lord's body, unleashing its energy-devouring attribute to full effect.
As the most concentrated manifestation of abyssal energy, the Saint Lord's body was the perfect target—he suffered grievous internal damage.
The abyssal plane, fused with the Abyssal Saint Lord himself, could not evade the blow and was detonated—its boundless energy flooding into the surrounding starfield.
Because of this explosion, the Abyssal Saint Lord narrowly avoided being impaled on the tip of the spear indefinitely.
But escaping that fate didn't mean he escaped death.
Di Tian tugged a nine-colored silk thread, while Gu Yuena's violet-dragon eyes burned with the most furious gaze among the three present.
The silver dragon's maw opened wide, and the elemental forces of the universe surged toward it.
This was not purely Gu Yuena's doing—her current power couldn't manipulate such vast elemental order. Rather, it was Di Tian's power channeled through her that enabled it.
A beam of elemental energy—like a flowing galaxy—blasted from the silver dragon's mouth.
The Abyssal Saint Lord, just barely freed from the Silver Dragon Spear's torment and heavily injured, had no chance to breathe before he was engulfed by the beam.
His energy-formed body was steadily erased, disintegrating within the breath of the dragon…
Until not even a trace of the Abyssal Saint Lord remained—no hint, no residue. Only then did the elemental dragon breath die out.
Di Tian stood on the silver dragon's back, while the Silver Dragon Spear floated beside him in mid-air, drawing in the scattered abyssal energy left behind by the Saint Lord's demise like a whale sucking in a river.
This energy, funneled through the divine spear, surged into Di Tian's body, collecting in his divine-level frame and the inner space crafted by spatial power—accumulating for future use in creating a new God Realm.
Beneath him, the silver dragon exhaled weakly—aftereffects of its elemental breath attack.
Gu Yuena's mocking voice rose:"You said I don't learn my lesson, but you're no better, are you?"
"Daring to send out a clone carrying 30% of your power—did you forget about Na'er?"
Back then, Na'er had not only taken Gu Yuena's human emotions with her, but also the Silver Dragon Spear and 30% of her strength.
What was left to Gu Yuena were the remaining 70% of her power and the burden of restoring the soul beast race.
On the surface, that seemed roughly equivalent.
Di Tian's clone had also taken away 30% of his power, and even the newly obtained divine weapon—the Sea God Trident.
But in reality, Di Tian's clone never developed a separate consciousness.
It wasn't a forced split, but a voluntary separation.
And after chasing down the Abyssal Saint Lord, the clone willingly dissipated—returning that 30% of power back to the main body.
So the difference between the two situations was like heaven and earth.
Gu Yuena understood this well, of course—but she was fuming with nowhere to vent. She was just nitpicking to feel a bit superior, blow off some steam.
On the dragon's back, Di Tian—still hard at work on Gu Yuena—glanced at her with his golden eyes.
"I remember you weren't always this chatty. You used to be pretty quiet."
"Compared to this babbling version of you, I liked the cold and distant you better. Try bringing her back."
"Hmph!"
Gu Yuena snorted, clearly determined to keep being annoying.
But before she could say more, two sharp whooshes pierced the air.
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
The Sea God Trident, chasing after the Heavenly Sacred Rift Abyss Halberd, flew back to Di Tian and smashed straight into the silver dragon's back.
It was like instant medicine—the moment it hit, Gu Yuena let out a stifled whimper, and her chatter stopped cold.
Of course, whether this was a temporary cure or a permanent one… was anyone's guess.
With his ears finally quiet again, Di Tian reclaimed the Sea God Trident and then gripped the halberd tightly.
"Creak—"
Flesh and divine metal grated with a piercing sound.
"Still not coming out?" Di Tian said coldly.
Then, from the Heavenly Sacred Rift Abyss Halberd, a miniature version of the Abyssal Saint Lord emerged.
His body was semi-ethereal, seemingly formed of condensed spiritual energy.
Clinging to a thread of life, the tiny Abyssal Saint Lord began to thrash frantically.
But Di Tian's grip was tight. The Saint Lord squirmed like an elastic rubber band—his elongated body distorting into abstract shapes.
In the end, the stretched form snapped back into place.
Drained of his last strength, the Abyssal Saint Lord was left only with horror and disbelief.
The Heavenly Sacred Rift Abyss Halberd was his companion divine weapon—his greatest support on the road to becoming ruler of the Abyssal Plane.
He had refined it for countless ages; every pattern on the halberd was known to him.
It was also his secret lifeline.
As long as he didn't move rashly, even a God King shouldn't be able to detect his hiding.
But Di Tian had instantly seen through everything—like stripping him bare.
That sense of utter helplessness—he had only felt it once before…
From the one who created the Abyssal Plane.
From the one he had only glimpsed once in a flash of destiny—
The Crimson Mother.
(End of Chapter)